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tickets for the steam train across the moors. 
    “It was the one they used to film Harry Potter,” he said, grinning from ear to ear.
    “That's really kind of you,” said Jenny.  “Thank you ever so much.  I think we will have a lot of fun.”
    Ana regarded the tickets suspiciously as she crunched her cereal.  When they were waiting on the platform she turned to Jenny and said, “Does he think I'm an eight year-old boy?”
    “Come on, he's being friendly.  It was a lovely thing to do.  Anyway,” she said, “I'm excited.”
    Ana dug her hands into her pockets and then the steam engine came.  They heard it a long time before they saw it and then it came into view the steam billowing out from the tracks until it covered them both and Jenny laughed.
    The train took them out over the moors and she sat by the window happily watching the countryside go by while Ana sat determinedly looking at her phone.  But, decided Jenny, no one, not even a moody adolescent can resist the charms of a steam train for long.
    There was something exhilarating about the train ride that was irresistible and on the way back she spotted Ana breaking into a smile as a group of young children waved enthusiastically from a passing roadside. 
    In the evening, she decided to find Bruce and thank him once again.  He was cleaning a recently vacated room.
    “Give me twenty minutes,” he said, “and then if you really want to thank me, you can buy me a pint in the pub,” he said.
    She went up to see Ana.  She was watching a TV series and barely seemed to register her presence.  “I won't be back late,” she told her.
    But in the end she was.  Jenny had no idea how the time went so quickly.  Bruce was an easy person to talk to and she spoke a lot and at the same time learned a lot about him. 
    “How do you think the separation will end?” he asked.
    “Divorce,” she said, without a pause.  “There's no way back now.  It's the way it is, even though it's horrible.”
    “You can't blame yourself,” he said.  “It's clear that you were the victim in all this.”
    “No me,” she said, “but Ana.  I can't help feeling that she's been let down.  Two weeks ago she comes home with a tattoo of a cross, here,” she said, pointing to the base of her neck.  “Can you believe that?”
    “It's not the same, these days.” he said.  “Kinds today get tattoos as often as we bought clothes.”
    He went to the bar and got two more drinks.  It was after closing time before they finally left and walked slowly back to the guest house.
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Ten
     
    Bruce took two bottle from the kitchen, red for him, white for her, and they sat on the bottom steps of the stairs, whispering loudly and hushing each other, in case they woke the guests. 
    Jenny nudged her shoulder against him in a drunken pally way and Bruce put his arm around her.  She looked at him.  He was very handsome, she thought, and then they kissed.  When they broke away they continued to look at each other, calmly, knowing that some difficult and important question and been resolved.
    “I can walk on my hands across the hall,” said Bruce.
    Jenny laughed at the way he had broken the seriousness of the moment.  “Don't be ridiculous, at this hour you can barely walk across there on your feet.”
    “Sure, I can do that.”
    “And why would you be able to do that?”
    “Army training,” said Bruce.
    “Army training,” repeated Jenny.  “What's the good of being able to walk on your hands in a war?”
    “Confuse the enemy,” said Bruce.  “Make them think you've got no head.”
    Jenny laughed causing a little wine to go up her nose.  “Don't be stupid,” she said.
    “Also,” said Bruce, “it's good training for conflict in Australia.”
    “Whatever,” said Jenny, “I don't believe you.”
    “If I can't do it,” said Bruce, “I'll bring you breakfast in bed, every day of your stay.”
    “Done,” said Jenny